I’m all up in arms about it. Come to speak of it: where are they? Who’s got my arms? Leaving me by the window in view of the city, a fashion cyborg stuck in the fashion district. Just putting me there, so I can see it, the lure of the world!
Without being able to follow? I feel the hum of the city. I hear the staccato of the high heels on the sidewalk. That’s a pair of Jimmy Choo, spring-summer of this year, they have a typical tack when they pass by. I can distinguish them from two hundred yards. The city is getting so crowded with desire. But tomorrow, I’m going out, all dressed up. And let them wonder…
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